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we promised to stay friends but we’re doing the same stuff we did when we were a couple and i don’t wanna point it out because i don’t want it to stop – can you do this post-break up prompt , please ?

lifeinahole27:

Title: Hold On

A/N: This one pretty much yelled in my ear to write it until I sat down and just did it. Just a bitty one, riding in at 1.1k. I hope you enjoy it!

Rating: Verges sliiiiightly on M territory but pretty much only at the beginning.

It’s when Emma’s hands start on the removal of Killian’s belt that he
thinks to stop her, that he thinks ‘this probably can’t end well,’ and that he
thinks he’ll stop kissing her long enough to say so. Then again, this is Emma
Swan, and she’s kissing him back, and her fingers are just dipping below the
waist of his boxers and how could he possibly allow thoughts to stop him from
anything at that point?

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the-corsair-and-her-quill:

Way Back Home

This fic is to celebrate @word-bug and her turning a year older! Happy Birthday, Vaish, I love you! We discussed this Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani AU at length, and I hope you like it! 

I could have never perfected it without the help of my Bae-ta (ha ha!) @accio-ambition​! You’re the best, thnz

“Swan, you alright?” Killian asked, crouching in front of her.
She shook her head, the grin finally breaking through. “I’m going to London,” she announced, the first time she ever said the words out loud.

Emma Swan’s life changed that night, and she left Storybrooke to follow her dreams. But it’s time for her to find her way back home, and what better way to bring her back than for a wedding?

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Killian grinned, watching as Ruby and Dorothy went wild on
the dance floor. Their arms were slung around each other, smiles wide as they
danced to the beat of the music. Dorothy laughed at something Ruby said, her
head thrown back. The look on Ruby’s face made him grin wider, beyond happy
that his best friend seemed to have found someone to spend the rest of her life
with. He might have met her only five years ago, but it seems like he’s known
her much longer.

Her and Graham, he
reminded himself, grunting as his mate bumped into him hard, taking a seat next
to him, a glass of scotch (he assumed) clutched in his hands. “What are you
moping here for, Killian? It’s a party, mate,” he slurred.

Before he could respond
with a scathing remark, Ruby pulled him out of his seat, forcing him into the
crowd with her. He had to stomp down the urge to grumble, knowing how important
this weekend was to Ruby. After all, it wasn’t everyday your best friend gets
married in Vienna of all places.

When Ruby had first told
him she was getting married, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. However,
he knew how much being with Dorothy had changed her, even mended her broken
heart. She’d become someone different – someone who was proud of herself.

And so, he pushed aside
his own heartache, knowing that no matter how much he hoped, the person he
really wanted here with him would probably not show up. She probably didn’t
even know that there was a wedding happening.

Suddenly, the music
stopped, making everyone groan and whine, turning to the DJ for an explanation.
Right before things got too chaotic, the other side with the stage lit up, the
sound of a familiar song started up, making him suck in a sharp breath. When he
could see who was on stage more clearly, his heart dropped to his gut. He felt
Ruby’s talon like nails grip his arm, a whispered oh my God
leaving her lips before she cried it even louder.

“OH MY GOD. EMMA!” she
shouted, running to the stage to hug the blonde, just as We Like to Party by the Vangaboys came on, both girls singing it together, the whole
club soon joining them. Killian, well, he was stuck in the same spot, his eyes
never leaving the dancing goddess on stage, her cheeks red from laughter and
golden hair flipping around.

She was back. Five years
later, but she was actually back.

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rogers’ swan (AO3)

G, 1900 words

“Maybe he’s a bit mad, finding more pleasure in speaking to a bird than with people. It’s not as if she speaks back to him. But she doesn’t walk away and that’s better than he can say for most humans he’s known in his life.”

(a.k.a the fic i wrote as follow-up to this post… IT’D BE CUTE RIGHT? anyway this isn’t spec, just wishful thinking on my part to explain Emma’s absence in the S7 curse)

Officer Rogers considers himself a kind enough person. He may not be good at socializing, and he certainly has no idea how to act around women, but it’s not as if there’s much he can do about it. It’s just not who he is; though, oftentimes he has to wonder if his true self is resting somewhere deep inside, waiting for some grand change in circumstances that might awaken him.

It’s a foolish thought. He knows well enough it’s just because he doesn’t try hard enough to be normal, to fit in. At least, that’s what his father would say if he were still around. But he also knows that despite his awkward nature, it’s really no excuse for how often his coworkers seem to talk about him behind his back.

This was the fifth time that he could remember hearing them planning an after-work trip to the pub down the street in the past month.

“Don’t invite Rogers. He’ll just bring us all down.”

“Good idea. He’d just make a mess of things, clumsy bastard.”

“The guy doesn’t know the meaning of a good time.”

For whispering, they were all rather loud. He showed no outward signs he’d heard them, taking his outcast status with as much grace as he could. Suffice it to say, he’d never been invited. He’s certain he never will be.

But no matter, he forces himself to think. It’s not as if I’d enjoy their company, anyway.

Instead of lingering on the fantasy of what he’d do if he had been asked to join them ­– come out of his shell; be charming and sociable; make lifelong friends for his cheerful and upbeat attitude (what a joke) – he changes out of his poorly fitted uniform and into his jeans, t-shirt, and hoodie.

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